As a teenager, I was enchanted by both the ambition and the sexual decadence the songs written for James Bond expressed. A beautiful woman sang of her unrequited love for Goldfinger. Nobody could do it better (than Bond, I assumed). Ingrained in the singers’ desire for powerful men was the desire not only to be in a man’s power, but also to be part of … Continue reading Why Lana Del Rey should write the next Bond song.